11.20.2025

Read a story about a guy in Siberia who performed brain surgery on himself so he could control his dreams. As in, he drilled into his skull in his shitty apartment and implanted some kind of device in what turned out to be the wrong cortex. His big phobia was being abducted by aliens and he thought this would be a good way to confront his fear.

Now he has a business in Redwood. A business focused on dream research. He has no training whatsoever, just this story about how he practiced on sheep heads then drilled into his brain pan and got lucky enough that he didn't die, that he can still move all of his limbs with his thoughts, that he still has the power of speech to share his bananafuck ideas.

People get funding for this stuff out here. Money just dripping from whatever these succulent trees are called that don't shed leaves in the fall. The game is to be as weird as possible and find yourself a rich fetishist. Makes it seem like the rest of us are playing wrong.

Speaking of which I got to the end of the story and realized it was in a Hearst publication so if you're curious find it yourself but I ain't citing it here.